March 11th, 2008 at 2:42 pm
Death’s brother, Sleep
I like to write down my dreams in my personal journal so I can remember them more clearly and (sometimes) understand how I must have felt the night before. It’s a habit I’ve been trying to keep up since around July 2007 thanks to the graphic design class I took at Art Center’s Saturday High program for high school students. In our zine project, we were required to include a page recounting a dream we’ve had. Richard Linklater’s Waking Life and Michel Gondry’s The Science of Sleep are also responsible for my interest in my mind’s lunar adventures. When I was younger, I believed that dreams could be a predictor of things to come, but I soon realized that the majority of mine meant hardly anything at all.
Although I can’t recall a single recurring dream I’ve had, many of them share the same obstacles. For one, light is always an aspect I’m unable to control. I’m not exactly a proficient lucid dreamer; however, the few times I’ve reached a conscious state whilst sleeping, turning the lights on or off is something I just can’t do. Running is also an activity I have trouble with; I normally find myself swinging my arms forward to get anywhere. But when it comes to walking, I can easily glide or float over the ground. Surprisingly, my flying dreams are utterly boring. They usually involve wafting over neighborhoods and cities with no specific goal. Nevertheless, I enjoy most of my dreams unless they’re the scary kind that cause me to wake up drenched in sweat :(
“They say that dreams are only real as long as they last. Couldn’t you say the same thing about life?”
Related links: Why do we dream? by Uncommon Knowledge, Dream Recall Techniques, Dreams Quotes